21
“I didn’t know he was sick,” I said. What was the right thing to say? I didn’t know his dad. He never talked about him.
Trent nodded. “For a while now. It’s why I’ve been coming up here more. To decide what to do with the estate. He never wanted to get rid of it, but he hasn’t lived here in almost two decades.”
“It can be hard letting go of something.”
Trent snorted and shook his head. His eyes were vacant, unfocused. His posture was off. He didn’t look like himself. But did I really know him?
“Do you want to come in?” I asked.
He looked at my door, then shook his head. “I shouldn’t be here. I just wanted you to know why I didn’t try to apologize this week.”
“Trent,” I said softly.
He looked at me, his gaze finding mine for the first time.
“Please come inside. Tell me what happ
